so valentine's day is over. and although it bothers me on a principled level that valentine's day boils down to a glut of commercialism and the yahoo crossword puzzle is full of themed answers like "box of chocolates," "candle-lit dinner," and "valentine's card," v-day wasn't too bad.

went home, saw my mom and brandon, made love to my laundry, met our new puppy, had a good dinner with my family and the yeungs, hung out with bernie...what a comfortable day. sadly, i couldn't see the fremont/milpitas crew, play beer pong with hai, or get my drink on, but there's only so much time in a valentine's day...and clean laundry is critical. :) and i apologize to bernie: who knew finding an e-card with a buxom blond on it would be so difficult? okay, so maybe i didn't try very hard. my bad. all the links to porn sites were starting to scare me.

from stan: boys are stupid, throw rocks at them. for real. i'd have to say that i'm frighteningly good at this game. watch out, boys :)

post-valentine's sharing:
quotes cherry and christina want to share

"Mom, romance is dead. It was acquired in a hostile takeover by Hallmark and Disney, homogenized, and sold off piece by piece." -Lisa Simpson [should i be worried that i have that memorized word for word now?]

"you can't make someone love you. you can only stalk them and hope they panic and give in."

"men are like parking spaces. all the good ones are taken and the rest are handicapped."

selections from 2003 romantic poetry by me
roses are red
violets are blue
venereal diseases are bad
so i guess you are too

roses are red
violets are blue
i have a foot fetish
just let me do your shoe
[the link above refers you to the "warped poetry anthology" by michelle and me. there's also a special Ultimate Poem at the end of michelle's post. read only if not easily offended.]

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"So Unsexy" -Alanis Morissette

oh, these little rejections, how they add up quickly
one small sideways look and i feel so ungood
somewhere along the way, i think i gave you the power to make
me feel the way i thought only my father could

oh, these little rejections, how they seem so real to me
one forgotten birthday, i'm all but cooked
how these little abandonments seem to sting so easily
i'm 13 again, am i 13 for good?

i can feel so unsexy for someone so beautiful
so unloved for someone so fine
i can feel so boring for someone so interesting
so ignorant for someone of sound mind

oh, these little protections how they fail to serve me
one forgotten phone call and i'm deflated
oh, these little defenses, how they fail to comfort me
your hand pulling away and i'm devastated

when will you stop leaving, baby?
when will i stop deserting, baby?
when will i start staying with myself?

oh, these little projections, how they keep springing from me
i jump my ship as i take it personally
oh, these little rejections, how they disappear quickly
the moment i decide not to abandon me